Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good
with the baddest chicks
Rollin' with the guys
Only three words I live by: do or die
everybody making money
Everybody on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til going going gone ma'f-cka

- J. Warner]
I was working never knowing at the shift
Congratulated me with a paid
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the that made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm doing now is giving you a page of my (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be this life
And if you with me, see you on the side
tell 'em I'm gone

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor
Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it this far, can't be of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it
German my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint No Limit
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those games
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on them
And then party on them weekends
Still tryna sleep my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

And I'm too smart for these bitches
Too young for grey hairs
Too for these fast cars
I push a button, shit gears
And I'm twisted offa Martini's
Faded off Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when been living that high life

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you to feel when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never ever to you
I step on stage, I set the
Done a couple songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too for these douchebags
My got a bandana on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I 2 drags
told me don't do that
Old money
For single bit of this new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my off, you niggas better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we wasted
Told them life is sweet then let 'em taste it